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Aslan

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(Moon in Bulgarian: Luna)

SHE DIDN’T KNOCK.

Why would she?

She’d never knocked in the past. She’d always marched in as if she owned me, not caring I’d be scribbling in my sudoku books or later playing with numbers in different languages. That felt normal. Familiar.

This felt taboo and deliciously new.

Launching off my bed, I stalked to her as she turned and closed the door.

She gasped as I grabbed her shoulders, spun her to face me, then slammed her against the same door she’d just closed. The only barrier between us and her parents who were laughing in the garden, sharing a twilight drink before heading inside to eat dinner.

“Don’t move,” I whispered. “They can’t see us through the Perspex windows if we stay here.”

She opened her mouth to reply, but I planted my hand over her lips. “And don’t make a fucking sound, do you hear me? Not one cry. Not one moan. You do, and I stop. Immediately.”

Her eyes flared as her nostrils widened for breath. The innocence of her school uniform added another layer of sin.

I stared into her, drinking her in, allowing my body to flash with all the heat and hardness that I’d battled today.

Slowly, her eyes darkened, and she nodded.

Dropping my hold, I collapsed on her.

My mouth slammed to hers.

She sucked in a breath as her arms looped over my neck, and her hands fisted my wind-tangled hair.

I groaned—breaking my own rule—as she pulled hard, yanking me into her, forcing me to kiss her brutally hard.

Our lips bruised.

Our teeth clacked.

Our tongues fought and hunted, licked and slipped.

I was fucking starving for her; it seemed she felt the same hunger. She attacked me as violently as I attacked her. Our kiss utterly savage and out of control.

We’d gone from hello to almost climaxing in a heartbeat. But I couldn’t slow it down. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop.

Her leg hooked over my hip.

I hoisted her a little higher, wedging my cock in that perfect wet spot between her legs.

Her hips pulsed against mine.

Mine replied with a torturous rock that had lust dripping down my spine.

“More,” she whispered into my mouth. “I want to come like this.”

“How? With me dry-humping you like a dog?” I wrinkled my nose. “I can do better than that—”

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